I observe with curiosity the vast ocean of information that floods the world. My attention arises from genuine interest — and it remains only as long as that interest is alive. Usually, not for long. Posts, videos, podcasts, news, interviews, books, films — an endless stream.
The human mind, willingly or unconsciously, grants credibility to certain viewpoints and opinions — each according to their level of awareness. We taste ideas, add our own interpretations, adopt what feels true, and pass it on as if it were our own. And so the cycle continues without end.
Recently, I listened to a roundtable discussion about current global events — wars, migration, collapsing societies, economic crises, global elites, hidden powers, and more. As many speakers as there were, there were just as many interpretations, truths, and convictions. Everyone communicated what they believed — or wanted to believe — about what is happening.
Yet I have never heard anyone say, with simple honesty: I don’t truly know what is happening in the world — but I am beginning to understand what is happening within myself.
And in truth, this may be the only answer that carries real credibility and integrity. No one fully knows what is happening in the world — and no one ever will. At best, we have authentic experience of small fragments — and even that is only valid at the level of consciousness through which it is lived. Everything else is an endless balloon of theories and speculation.
Perhaps the problem lies in the direction of the question itself. We begin from what we do not know and move further into uncertainty. If the direction of inquiry were reversed, we might arrive at what truly matters — a place where such questions about “the world” would lose their meaning.
For if a person does not know who they are — what could they truly know about the world?
These are the forgotten responsibilities. Every life has an impact on the world — every single one. Through the way we are present, through the quality we embody in each moment of our living. What we believe or think about ourselves carries little weight by comparison.
Are we aware of the waves our lives create? Do we take responsibility for them? Do we dare to look behind the images we hold about ourselves? What do we do when the quality of our lived life does not match what we believe about ourselves — or what we wish to be? Can we admit when we were mistaken? And if so, what do we do with that recognition?
If everything we believe belongs to us were suddenly taken away — what would remain? Who would remain? Do we have a clear answer to who we are? And if we do — who confirms it?
How deep are we willing to dig? Do we truly want to discover what is there — or are we afraid of it?
Perhaps this is the direction from which the events of the world are truly worth approaching.
With love,
your traveling companion
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